Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 227 Visiting Mrs. Longbottom

Mrs Longbottom came home from outside wearing a stuffed vulture hat and carrying a large red handbag.

Her figure was a bit stooped, and after entering the living room alone, she began to sit on a chair in a daze.

She had just returned from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and the condition of the two children was not improving.

This did not surprise her, and it had been so for more than a decade.

But she still had the disappointment in her heart after her expectations failed, and the sound of the pendulum in the silence made such disappointment secretly ferment.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mrs. Longbottom shivered and walked out of her disappointment.

She looked towards the door with doubts in her eyes.

At this time, who will come to visit her?
"Knock, knock, knock."

The door was knocked again, and the old man finally made a move.

She stood up and walked quickly to the hall.

"Crench."

The door was pulled open, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Neville?"

There was both doubt and surprise in her voice, but then, as if struck by lightning, "You were fired by them?"

This was indeed what she was most afraid of, and she hoped that Neville would give her a negative answer.

But Neville's face became extremely ugly, and it felt like something more serious than being fired had happened.

"Mrs. Longbottom."

A voice sounded from behind Neville, finally attracting the old man's attention.

Her gaze followed the voice, and she saw a slightly familiar face.

"Are you... a mysterious person?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, she was all too familiar with this face.

In those dark days, this face often appeared in the newspapers.

"It's me, but I prefer you to call me Voldemort, and it's impolite to call someone by their nickname..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, Mrs. Longbottom in front of her suddenly acted.

With agility far beyond her age, she pulled Neville past him into the hall and closed the door even faster.

"Boom."

The door slammed shut, and Voldemort turned to look at Luna.

"She's impatient." Luna said calmly.

Voldemort curled his lips, then took out his wand, but before he could cast his magic, the door opened again.

"How did you trick Neville, you bloody villain?"

Howling, she picked up her wand and cast a disarming spell at Voldemort.

I have to say that at this moment, Voldemort was a little confused.

Even a duelist like Flitwick would look a little nervous when facing himself.

But the old man in front of him actually took the initiative to attack.

More than that, she humiliated herself verbally.

"Whoosh."

Flicking the spell, Voldemort hurled a spell before Mrs Longbottom could cast a second spell.

Not some powerful black magic, just stunned, he wasn't here to kill.

"Don't hurt my grandma."

Neville's roar came, and then Mrs. Longbottom, who was about to block Voldemort's spell, suddenly felt herself being hit from behind.

Immediately afterwards, she rose into the air and rolled down the steps.

"Boom."

Behind her, a furious Neville, struck with a Stunning Charm, fell.

Voldemort looked at Luna again. The little girl was scratching her head with the same confusion as him.

"Oh, my grandson..."

Madam Longbottom wailed, ran up the steps and picked up the fainted Neville and said.

"It's just a Stunning Charm, Mrs Longbottom, I think he's all right," said Voldemort, forcing a smile.

"Go away, you villain." Mrs. Longbottom looked at Voldemort, her eyes were full of slow hatred and determination, "Although I don't know how you tempted my grandson, I will not agree with him. with you."

"Can we go in and talk?" Voldemort pointed to the crowd watching in the distance. "It's not convenient to talk here, is it?"

"Humph."

Mrs. Longbottom snorted angrily, turned and walked into the room, but she didn't close the door.

Voldemort followed with Luna, and quickly closed the door from the inside.

"If I were you." Madam Longbottom woke Neville up with her magic, she turned to Luna and said, "I wouldn't choose to follow him, child, he is the most evil dark wizard ever."

Luna smiled at her, but she said nothing.

This caused Mrs. Longbottom to give Voldemort a nasty look, as if to say "it's all your fault".

"Neville, you told your grandma that you wanted to learn from me..."

"That's impossible."

Mrs. Longbottom interrupted Voldemort, and said viciously, "The Longbottom family is incompatible with you."

"Old lady, are you always so irritable?"

Voldemort said with a frown, and played with the wand in his hand.

Mrs. Longbottom opened her mouth, but when she saw Voldemort's fast spinning wand, she held back the words she wanted to say.

"Isn't that right? We always have to communicate, don't we?"

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, he got up and went to the half-open kitchen, and waved his wand.

The kitchen utensils began to dance by themselves, and four cups of sweet chocolate milk were ready in a short time.

"I hope Neville will learn magic from me. Of course, I can assure you that he will not join the Death Eaters."

Voldemort picked up the chocolate milk in front of him, took a sip and said.

"Impossible." The old woman said firmly, hugging her grandson.

She looked at Voldemort with hatred and resentment.

In her opinion, her son and daughter-in-law became like that because of this person in front of them.

What's more, even if they were not injured, with their dual identities of Order of the Phoenix and Auror, they must have a hostile relationship with this person in front of them.

And how could she let her grandson recognize the thief as his father.

"You should give up your heart." She roared again.

"Tsk."

Voldemort smacked his mouth, and put the chocolate milk on the coffee table, "Too little chocolate, Mrs. Longbottom, don't buy this brand again next time."

Mrs Longbottom frowned, she snorted, but said nothing.

"We always have to give children a chance to choose, don't we?"

Voldemort leaned back on the sofa and said, "Their wishes should be taken seriously, right?"

"I don't need it here, Mysterious Man, please leave here, my grandson will study in Hogwarts." Mrs. Longbottom still refused.

"They can't teach him well."

As Voldemort said, he reached out to motion for Longbottom to come to him, but his grandmother held him back.

"Use a disarming spell, Neville, and show your grandma what they've taught you."

Voldemort didn't force Neville to come over, just said to him.

Neville nodded and drew his wand.

This time, Mrs. Longbottom did not choose to refuse.

In fact, she also wanted to know Neville's level.

Although he has no hope for his grandson's magical talent in his heart, who is not hopeful that his son will become a dragon?
(End of this chapter)